She first asked a brave with only one feather in his head-dress. His reply was "he only slept with one squaw - have only one feather."
She asked another brave, feeling that the first fellow was only joking. This brave had only four feathers in his head-dress. He replied, "Ugh, me four feathers cuz me sleep with four squaws."
Still not convinced that the number of feathers indicated the number of squaws involved, she decided to interview the Chief. Now, the Chief had a head-dress full of feathers. It is needless to say what Ms. Walters immediately assumed. She anyway, asked the Chief, "Why do you have so many feathers in your head-dress?"
The Chief pounded his chest and said, "Me fuck-em all, big and small, fat and tall - me fuck-em all!" Horrified, Ms. Walters stated, "Why you ought to be hung." The Chief replied, "You darn right! Me hung - big like a buffalo, long like a snake."
Ms. Walters cried out, "You don't have to be so hostile." The Chief replied, "Hoss style, dog style, wolf style, any style - me fuck-em all!"
With tears in her eyes, Ms. Walters again cried, "Oh dear." The Chief said, "No deer - me no fuck deer,...asshole too high and fuckers run too fast - no fuck-em deer."
